Erotic massage

Cindee White arrived at his place with sore shoulders and tired legs. James watched her stretch, then told her to lie down. He poured oil across her back and worked his thumbs deep into muscle, moving lower each pass until his hands cupped her ass and spread her open. She lifted her hips to meet him. He slicked two fingers along her slit, then slipped one inside, curling it slow while his thumb circled her clit. She moaned into the sheets. When she turned over, her nipples were tight, her thighs already slick. She reached for his belt, pulled him out, and slid her mouth down his shaft. Her blonde hair fell across his stomach as she took him deeper, lips stretched, throat tight. He held her head but let her set the pace, hips rolling just enough to push past her tongue. She pulled off only when she needed air, spit trailing from her lower lip, then climbed on and sank onto him in one steady drop. The stretch pulled a long sigh from her throat. She rode him hard, knees planted, palms flat on his chest, rolling her hips until the wet slap of skin filled the room. He sat up, grabbed her ass, and thrust from below until her legs shook and her breath broke into short gasps. She came with a sharp cry, clenching around him. He followed seconds later, holding her tight as he emptied inside. They stayed locked together, sweat cooling on their skin, the room quiet except for their breathing.